I am not a half-breed who masters the Eight Wonders

"Henkel, I suggest that you tell your children more simple principles of life. Their methods are not applicable to red-eyed outlaws, nor are they suitable for intrigue with dragons. At least let them understand who they are. .”

Angers flicked the butt of his cigar: "Don't tell me about new dragons, all dragons, whether born or self-appointed, are my enemies!"

"Those who have been my enemies have ended badly."

"If you can't make sense with them, I can get Frost to give them a free lesson."

He patted the young man's handsome and stiff face, pushed the door open and walked out.

end of this chapter)

186. Old stuff

There was a dead silence in the room, only the "chacha" of the wall clock was heard.

These young people are all from excellent mixed-race families, they are the elite of the new generation, and they are the spokespersons of the family.

Their vision and hearing are far sharper than humans, and some of them are natural shooters, who can easily hit targets one kilometer away with ordinary military rifles without optical sights.

But no one saw the scene just now.

Angers' actions seemed to have been cut out of thin air for a period of time. The first moment he raised the wine glass high, and the next moment, the wine glass fell on the mustache's face, and the jackknife was also pressed against the mustache's throat.

The biting cold air still remained in the throat of the young man with the mustache. He clutched his neck, letting the golden wine flow, and the shards of the wine glass were embedded in his face, but the damage was far less than that of the seemingly innocuous Jackknife for any lethality.

Everyone's shirts were drenched with cold sweat, they sat there, trying to recall the moment when time was cut off, the burning majesty that erupted from Angers' body, it was a kind of spontaneous field born with the burning of blood.

According to the legend of the First Men, the dragon slayer cannot look directly into the dragon's eyes, because looking directly at this creature will destroy the heart and even destroy the soul of anyone who is not determined.

Longwei!

Henkel dipped a handkerchief in an ice bucket and handed it to the injured young man: "Wipe your face. It's okay, I didn't expect you to get anything from him, just to test his attitude, you did a good job .”

"oh oh."

The young man panicked and took the handkerchief and pressed it on his face. The ice water mixed with the wine, and the bright red blood flowed down all the way, staining his shirt cuffs red.

"It seems that our action this time will not get the support of the secret party." Another young man said.

"Not necessarily, at least he didn't leave anything on each of your throats, this is already the biggest gain."

Henkel turned to the injured young man: "Just now you have touched his bottom line, and you can save your life because of his mercy."

"Bottom line?"

"Dead companion."

Henkel leaned on crutches and stood up with difficulty: "Whether it is a mixed race or an ordinary person, Angers values ​​his companions more than you can imagine."

"He is already over 130 years old. An old man over 130 years old should have prepared the coffin long ago and listened to his grandson telling stories peacefully."

"But when he sat quietly in front of me drinking champagne, I felt his body tense up, ready to jump up at any moment, like a crocodile before hunting."

Henkel opened the drawer and took out two golden old-fashioned revolvers.

He unloaded a bullet and placed it on the table, a 0.5-inch Magnum round.

This kind of bullet can knock over a hippopotamus with one shot even if it is not modified, and the head of this bullet is engraved with a mysterious pattern unique to alchemy weapons.

Alchemy Wheel "Texas Dawn".

The young people looked at each other and knew that their attitude towards Angers was too flippant.

Henkel has not produced this pair of alchemy revolvers that once wrote the history of mixed races for many years. He is already a prominent family leader among mixed races, and it is no longer his job to use force.

But when he met Angers, he was always armed.

"I have to be vigilant when I come face to face with him. I am about the same age as him, but I am already dying of old age. He is still alive and well like a young man."

Han Gao paused, playing with the pair of alchemy wheels, and sighed softly: "I really envy his youth, and his wildfire... desire."

"That's it...forget it?" A young man broke the silence.

"Ange is different from Frost Gattuso, but there is no doubt that they are both standard slaughter factions. Anything related to dragons is the sand in their eyes. If you don't want to die, put your hands away as soon as possible return."

Henkel walked to one side of the wall and knocked on that wall: "Ange has left, come out."

small red door hidden in the wall

It opened, and the middle-aged man came out without a sound.

Silver-gray suit, shiny leather shoes and rose gold watch, the luxury of a suit matches his tall and straight body just right.

The young people stared at his feet in unison. His steps were firm but soft, with a strong sense of rhythm.

What a confident debut!

It strongly interprets the positioning of "elegant and successful man". This man can completely replace Sean Connery to endorse LV travel bags.

He sat down on the chair opposite Henkel without greeting anyone.

He stepped into the room where the mixed-race family leaders gathered, as if he had entered no one's land.

Henkel raised his eyes and glanced at him: "We've settled this matter for you."

"It's something to celebrate."

The man took out a bottle of wine from the ice bucket, took two more wine glasses, poured the wine and put one of them in front of Henkel, his movements were smooth as if he was the owner of the place.

Han raised his glass, the tequila was shaking in the glass, and a curled up butterfly larva was soaked in the brown liquid: "Because of this incident, we have lost two families here, don't you think you should make up for it?" What?"

"compensate?"

The middle-aged man smiled: "You should have gained a lot of benefits from my experiments over the years. If nothing else, just say Mr. Henkel..."

The middle-aged man looked Henkel up and down: "It's really good, you were already so old when we first met, but now you can still pick up your runner and drink the pure wine produced by Tequ town. Top quality brewed from blue agave..."

The man skillfully sprinkled some fine salt on the tiger's mouth with his left hand, picked up a slice of lemon, raised his glass with his right hand, stared at the butterfly larva curled up in the brown wine, and took a deep breath: "It's really a man's wine!"

He took a sip of the lemon, stuck out his tongue to lick off the fine salt, raised his head heroically, swallowed the whole glass of tequila, and then spit out the worm loudly and forcefully into the silver plate.

He looked at Henkel, his pupils were a dark golden color different from that of ordinary mixed races, as deep as night.

"That's a miracle in itself, isn't it?"

Henkel was silent for a while, and put the wheel full of Magnum bullets on the table: "Aren't you worried that I will hand you over to Angers?"

The middle-aged man smiled: "Even if Angers suspected this matter on you, Henkel, he would never think of a family that has quit New York and left the United States for more than ten years."

"You thought about it from the beginning."

"That's why I started the experiment when I came to New York."

Henkel drank the tequila in exactly the same way: "You're more cunning than your father, Francis."

"You are much more cunning than I am, Mr. Henkel."

"It is a great misfortune for the Rockefeller family to provoke you."

"No, it's just a choice of fate."

"What about the Franz family? They are the seeds you planted in New York, and you just abandoned them?"

"This is also fate."

Francis stared at the wine glass: "The fate of the seeds will either grow into a towering tree or rot in the ground. From the moment they become abandoned, their fate has been doomed."

"What a cruel family."

"We're just walking the path of destiny."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and clinked glasses amidst the bewildered young people around them, deciding the future of the two families in just a few words.

One of them is Rockefeller, who can influence the US and even the world economy.

After finishing his glass of wine, the middle-aged man straightened his suit: "This body is useless, you can dispose of it yourself."

After speaking, his figure shook and fell down.

Henkel picked up the Texas Dawn that he had placed on the table just now, and pointed it at the head of the man on the table.

"boom!"

The middle-aged man, who was tasting wine elegantly just now, has turned into a ground of shredded watermelons.

The young people around tensed up, and they all began to watch their noses and noses, and their noses and hearts.

Henkel wiped the body of the gun with a handkerchief: "Find a few people and clean up this place."

After speaking, he left on crutches.

Angers sat in the driver's seat with a cigar in his mouth, silent for a while, then suddenly started the engine, stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom, Maserati leaped out of the water like a shark, the rear tire rubbed against the ground and billowed blue smoke.

The crazy acceleration pushed the burly old man directly into the racing seat.

This is the effect of the full power of this car. In just half a minute, it approached a speed of 400 kilometers per hour. I am afraid that only the fastest sports car in the world, Bugatti, can achieve this speed. It's like firing an aircraft cannon shell from an old-fashioned shotgun!

The expressway where there were not many cars suddenly became congested. If you get off at such a high speed and pass one car, you will undoubtedly meet the next one soon.

The Maserati passed by one car after another with a strange arc, and the car behind was honking in horror.

For a Ferrari traveling at 200km/h, the car brushes past it like it would pass a stationary pedestrian.

The relative speed is 200 kilometers!

The maniacs in the equipment department have tuned it!There is no doubt about it!

Anger's speech ability is "time zero" that can prolong the time effect. Once he releases this speech ability, the speed is far from fast enough, similar to a bicycle.

A crazy old man who likes to drive fast, and has this kind of speech ability, how could the car not be a beast that only runs to the edge of losing control?

Obviously there is no retrograde, but the car in front seems to be coming head-on, and the line-merging action draws Martha's exhaust into arcs, and the light and shadow outside the front windshield are dazzling, making people dazzled.

Angers, an old guy, put on sunglasses at this time, and sang some old songs loudly against the sun!

In fact, he is very clear that whether it is Rockefeller or the family starting with F, they are just scapegoats pushed out by others.

Behind them may be standing a mixed-race family, standing a large number of medieval nobles, standing half of the mixed-race world.

But these are not important. If they really cooperate with dragons, then Anger will really slaughter everyone present on the spot, and then fabricate a reason for collective Deadpool to get out reasonably afterwards. There is no problem at all.

But Angers didn't do that.

Wanting to be a new dragon... This is a matter between the mixed race.

From Angers' point of view, these things are actually innocuous.

Even if these "ideal" guys become new enemies after the dragons are eliminated, that is the problem after the dragons are eliminated.